The Golden Crossing

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The wine was red. The table was long. The candles burned low, flickering in the draft that came through the stone walls. We were eating. We were drinking. We were smiling. I smiled. I always smiled. It was easier than speaking. My brother, Julian, sat across from me. His face was bright with health. His eyes were sharp. He looked at me. He looked through me. The room was full of people. Lords....

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